Savannah? Yep, here’s your problem.
Those bastards at Union Camp have been the bane of my existence since I was 2.
Parents & grandparents are all from Savannah, and we always come in I-16 to Lynes Parkway & head for Skidaway. I had to hold my nose in a bottle of grape soda for miles just to be able to breathe!
Won’t let me see anything except an ad for Google Maps 3D plugin.
Ron White has a joke:
“Paper doesn’t stink. Wood doesn’t stink. You’re* doin’ *somethin’ to it. STOP!”
The Mystery in the Laundry Room smell - damp, fetid with overtones of sewer backup. Only occurs when doing laundry. Clean water + soap + dirty clothes = ?? survives through the rinse cycle.
Paper mill=sauerkraut farts. And I live directly across the highway from one.
Once my husband and I went out of town for a couple of weeks and we returned home to a living wall of stink. Turned out that the power had gone out at some point during our trip and remained off for a few days (it was back on when we got home). The entire contents of our fridge and freezer had rotted. It was vile. We cleaned it out (“What was THIS?” “Shepherd’s pie.” “Well it’s shepherd’s SHIT now!” Actual conversation.) and disinfected it but there was no appreciable reduction in the stench level. Whew!
I thought I’d never get rid of that smell but where baking soda failed, charcoal briquettes triumphed!
In my neighborhood, we have to trap feral cats because there is a plague of them crapping in the yards, screaming, fighting, mating (is there a difference in those last three?), etc.
However, the occasional possum gets into the trap instead. When possums are upset, they crap a lot. And it stinks worse than other kinds of animal or human crap. Considering that they eat anything that is on the ground, this is not surprising.
I tell you now: possum poo is ungodly.
Here’s one of me at Berklee in Boston. The Spring classes started and, of course, I didn’t have all the books yet. Night before, I went out with friends to Friday’s. I had their Mushrooms, Steak and Mushrooms meal (fried and sauteed mushrooms) and about four Guinesses.
Next day, I’m with a friend at the bookstore (small one) I’m purchasing the score I need for conducting class. I let out a huge, HUGE silent Ninja fart. My friend and the two, young Asian students behind me politely back off with faces inside shirts.
When the clerk hands me the book and a card slip to sign, he reaches down, pulls out a big box of wooden matches, lights two, and waves them around.
I leave the store, laughing like hell about my retail faux pas , and my friend who is from (you guessed it) Connecticut, asks, “What were the matches for??”
One of the strongest worst smells I ever encountered was from when a building I was working in was undergoing a seismic retrofit. In digging a hole to make a new foundation footing, the crew dug into an amazingly putrid stink that was so bad it evacuated a four-story building.
Turns out a long ago business there was a furniture shop, and they dumped untold gallons of old stains, varnish, paint, etc down a dry well. All of this petrochemical soup was marinating for decades, and whenit was exposed to air again, it chased everyone out, gasping, wheezing and eyes watering.
My dad can stink up a whole room with his feet.
I really, really hate the smell of hard-boiled eggs. I’ve never even been brave enough to try eating one because I’m so put off by the smell.
Don’t mix alcohol and energy drinks. There are many reasons, but one is that they’ll give you the worst-smelling farts imaginable.
On my grandparents farm, we had gone out to shoot a few rabbits for dog food. We were in the middle of skinning said bunnies when I got one that had some kind of abscess under the skin on its back hip. As the skin came off & exposed the thing the stink was like a punch to the nose. The pulling motion to take the skin off turned into a full arm throw to get it as far away as possible.
After a while on the farm you could tell just by the smell what you were down-wind of snif 'roo, snif 'roo, sniff sheep, better go check.
When I was a kid we spent a month in Indonesia when my dad was working there. Walking into a metal big shed at the markets that was the meat market – in summer :eek:
We also got stuck in a traffic jam one day, right next to one of the big open sewers that ran through Jakarta back then (still could for all I know). 
'Way back in the dim dead days of my youth there was something called the Youth Conservation Corps. Not a bad idea, put teenaged kids on their summer break to work in the parks, forests and wildlife preserves, get 'em out in the fresh air, toughen 'em up by making them do work that no self-respecting adult would do…
Work like cleaning up drought-induced fish kills. Billions & billions of dead fish lining miles of shoreline on a stagnant lake, weather in the 90’s, and us fool kids out there with pitchforks loading them out by the truckload. All this for - as I remember - about $2.25/hr. After a couple of days the dry heaves wore off and we got sort of numb to the stench.
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A couple years ago, I deplaned in Arkansas and thought someone must have vomited on the tarmac near by. So, I head into the terminal, the smell gets stronger. I head out to the taxi stand and it is even stronger and is everywhere. (Imagine strong enough that you it must be right under your own feet). I finally asked the driver what that smell was. He had no idea what I was talking about. “You honestly don’t smell it?” “No?” Now, I’m wondering if I’m having a stroke or something… eventually, the drive goes “Oh, you probably smell the chicken farms. Sometimes they spread the manure on the local fields”
Holy, Mother of God! These people did not even notice this odor and it filled the entire town! I spent the week wanting to retch.
one morning in my misspent youth after a night of crank, budweiser, and cheap tex-mex tacos and beans i cleared out the public bathroom at love field airport. the only printable comment was, damn! sumpin crawled up in there and died!
I’m sort of surprised you didn’t get the response given by supporters of hog farming in North Carolina – “that’s the smell of money!” Eww.
Over the weekend the cooling tower here at work sprung (sprang? spraught!) a leak. Not the first time, and being on the top floor we get the worst of it.
The carpet in the hall has been dunked this way before, so there were plenty of spores in the padding just waiting fro their big chance. And the elec was out all weekend, and it was ridiculously hot. and the entire hallway was flooded.
You know that sour laundry smell when you’ve left the wet clothes a couple of days, forgetting to move them to the dryer? Well, that is to this as Guinness is to Marmite.
Hear hear. Wretched smelling things. I love omelets and scrambled eggs, but hard-boiled eggs and the fried variant are Satan’s breakfast. Eww, ick. I told my wife once that if I ever felt attracted to another woman, all we’d have to do is have her eat a hard-boiled egg in front of me. The attraction would be gone, instantly.
Paper mill funksters, can you explain what is going on in the mill to make it so foul smelling? I imagine it’s some chemical process, but what exactly?
So - I’m working at one of the university’s offices during my undergrad years. There are a number of student workers like me, but also there are random students who have gotten into trouble and have to do community service. They usually show up for a few days, stuffing envelopes or something mindless like that, and disappear. One day, some dude I’ve never seen shows up to stuff envelopes. The next day, he’s there again, only this time he brought some 10-megaton funk with him. I mean, it smelled like mutant B.O. that had the objective of strangling the oxygen out of the atmosphere and taking up residence in your olfactory nerve.
Being student affairs people, the women on staff decided to volunteer the one male staff member in our department to talk to our friend about his funk issue. He was given the power to send the guy home, and he’d get a full day’s credit, as long as he bathed and came back the next day. Gerry goes in the room with Funkmaster Flex and they’re in there for a few minutes. Student strolls out… and we all show up at Gerry’s office… “Dude, what was up with that dude?” All kinds of theories emerged, like he had no sense of smell, or he was from a foreign country where they didn’t use deodorant. All of these were wrong.
Turns out he was crashing on the floor of a friend, and after an afternoon shower, he placed his backpack (which contained most of his clothes) next to the radiator. Unfortunately, the friend’s horny cat sprayed the bag and his clothes - so he was rocking the eau de horny cat piss. That stench was unbelievable.
Current favorite foul smell: the executive education center near my building, the only corporate-named building on campus, is next to a sewage drain. It’s right across from two sorority houses, which I find hilarious. Unsuspecting suits will gag when they turn the corner, getting hit full in the face with the inviting aroma of several dozen sorority girl’s poo. Awesome.
I haven’t finished this thread yet, but I had to comment on this. I was working as a vet tech in Atlanta during the '80’s in an area where there was a lot of backyard breeding of Rotties going on.
Rotties and Dobermans are very sensitive to parvo.
I can diagnose a case of parvo before it comes in the door. I’d be waiting with the bleach spray bottle saying “what’s your name please wait in your car I’ll come get you” while trying not to breathe.
I’ve dealt with gangrene, animal shit from multiple diseases and cat farts, but parvo makes me gag. The only reason I don’t vomit is because I’d have to clean that up, too.
Ok, now I’ll post the reason I read this thread…
I’ve dealt with paper mills, livestock, and parvo. While running a small shelter we had two adorable black and white kittens come in. Since we were short on cage space they lived in the same cage for a while, but as they got larger - and larger, and larger - I had to put them in separate cages. Since they were so close I put them next to each other. They continued to “play-fight” between the cages.
One of them developed an abcess; not uncommon in “fighting” cats. I took him to the vet, who opened the abcess and gave antibiotics. He sent the cat home with oral antibiotics and instructions to put hot compresses on the abcess area twice a day.
Later that day, I went to get the cat to give him his meds and compress. I got him by the scruff of his neck with one hand with the other under his butt. (Never lift a full grown cat by the scruff alone)
There were TWO abcesses. Only one had been drained.
The second abcess burst - all over me and the cat. I have never smelled such a reek - and it’s all over me and the cat I’m holding. I looked at my assistant and told her “don’t you dare hurl or I will and we’ll have THAT to clean up”.
Fortunately I had enough experience to have a change of clothes with me.
I thankfully haven’t been in a bingo hall in more than 20 years but my mom used to bring us to them occasionally in the 80s, and the only smell I remember is the smoke. Perhaps it overpowered the other smells. What was sadder than the secondhand smoke were the addicts who had 20+ boards to look after.
Our friends had a party last weekend. They’re all SDMB types, so I figured that most of them would know about durian, but wouldn’t have actually tried it (as I had not). Having learned the previous weekend that durian was available in Boston’s Chinatown, I went down there and purchased one.
We set it up at the party away from the other food and downwind of it.
Reactions were mixed, but generally fell into this line:
1.) I’ve never tried that gbefore. But I’ve heard of it.
2.) It tastes/smells awful
3.) it reminds me of spoiled/caramelized onions
4.) I’m glad I got an opportunity to try that.
Near the end of the party, the host came over and told me:
1.) I had to clean up the durian; the performers needed thre space
2.) he was really glad I brought the durian, but
3.) don’t ever do it again.
There was one guy there, by the way, who LOVED the stuff. I gave him the rest to take home, along with the styrofoam box I brought it in. Problem solved.
My final judgment – although it has a distinctive (and, to me, disagreeable) odor, it’s nowhere near in a class with the other things in this thread. I’d eat a big hunk of durian rather than walk down the staircase where the baby diaper bucket got upset and spilled.